He’d been working all day, enough time for her mind to wander, staring at those big, rough, strong hands and imagining them on her… those big fingers plunging inside her and the thumb rubbing her clit.
Watching him work, she suddenly realised she’d he’d been talking to her as he stood and walked across the room. ‘Just getting something from the van,’ he said brushing past her in the doorway. She inhaled as he passed and caught his manly scent. Sweaty, masculine and strangely erotic.
She realised she was fantasising and was actually already getting wet. She walked across the room to get a better look at the newly laid floor when she stumbled on an offcut and fell, catching herself on her hands and knees where he’d been working. Taking a second to catch her breath, she mentally checked herself; no injury, just damaged pride if anyone had seen.
Trying to get up, she realised her hands were stuck. They’d landed on some spilled adhesive and were stuck firm. She started to panic, tugging hard but they wouldn’t budge, then she heard him walking back into the room.
‘What the fuck happened here?’ He asked. ‘I said there was some glue spilled and i was getting something to clean it up, didn’t you hear me?’
He said all this from behind as she continued to struggle, achieving nothing but riding her skirt up her thighs. She heard him walk across the floor, but couldn’t see as he stayed behind her, no doubt liking the view as her skirt exposed more skin, more thigh, and her damp knickers. She froze as she realised he wasn’t helping. He was just standing behind her, breathing heavily.
She sensed him kneel, ‘Well, well, well,’ he said, ‘what do we have here. I’ve seen you watching me, and the ridiculous short skirt you’re wearing, I know what your game is.’
Her panic returned, but with a note of excitement… could this really happen? What if her husband came home? What if… she lost her train or thought as she heard his fly opening… Holy fuck, this was really happening…
She felt his hands on her hips, peeling her skirt further up then she heard him inhale as he moved his face near her wet cunt. ‘Dirty little bitch, you’re so wet. You want this don’t you?’ He said as she flexed her hips back at him.
‘Fuck… yes, yes I do,’ was all she could say before she felt a rough finger pull her underwear aside and plunge hard and deep inside her. She could focus on nothing else, nothing but those big hands she’d been wanting all day, working her wet cunt and rubbing her clit.
She felt dirty, a slut in need of the next cock. As if reading her mind she felt the fingers pull out and then pressure of another kind as he pushed his throbbing cock against her hole and firmly pushed inside, spreading her wide open as his whole length entered. ‘Fuck me you’re big,’ was all she could manage before he began pounding into her, harder and deeper than she was used to, but exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
She bucked her hips back at him, meeting his thrusts as he hammered her hard moaning as he did, pushing a finger into her arsehole as her moans got louder. Filling both her holes deeper than she thought possible, she knew she was going to cum quickly and hard.
She felt his pace quicken as he grunted deeper and faster, meeting her need as she felt herself losing all control… she pushed back and squeezed his thick cock with every ounce of strength in her tight pussy. As she felt him cum deep inside her, she screamed as she came too, feeling wave after wave of his hot cum flood inside her.
As he pulled out, she felt the warm sticky liquid run down her thigh as he stood up. Grabbing a bottle of solvent, he freed her hands and helped her to her knees, presenting her with his wet, still hard cock. He grabbed her head and pushed himself deep into her mouth as she realised this wasn’t over yet…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mfj3lz/the_fitter_mf
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